Loon Haunts

whooping

melancholy

gray pointed beaks floating

Always the same fresh water lakes.

eerily

 

in night

on glass like lake

paired off in love for life

constantly in their rituals

return

 

haunting

same lake yearly

raising duckling over

always instinctively over

again

*Cinquain

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  1. M. Alden
    February 1, 2015 at 10:40 pm

    You use such evocative imagery and the staccato line breaks help make the tone of this poem. I enjoy your work!

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